Before the central white jade steps.
The three of them had queued up and were finally nearing the desk.
Long Zhi naturally moved closer, both hands lightly supporting Jiang Yuechu's left arm.
Jiang Yuechu's brows furrowed slightly, and she instinctively tried to brush that hand away.
Quick as lightning, Long Zhi secretly pinched the girl's sleeve cuff and lowered her voice.
"Young lady, act."
Jiang Yuechu stiffened. In the end, she suppressed the urge to turn hostile and allowed the other woman to support her.
Half a step behind them, Chen Zheng rested one hand on the hilt of the blade at his waist.
With his head slightly lowered and a stern expression, he looked every inch the guard raised by a great immortal cultivation clan.
The three arrived before the desk.
The cultivator in a watery-blue Daoist robe lifted his eyelids, sweeping his gaze across the three of them.
When his eyes fell upon Jiang Yuechu's face, his brows creased slightly.
"You fellow Daoists are unfamiliar indeed. Is this your first time coming to our Water Marsh Sect for the Thousand-Rain Grand Rite?"
At their level of cultivation, let alone possessing a photographic memory, they could remember even the circulation of a person's aura by heart.
Especially that young woman in the middle.
With her aloof, ethereal bearing, if she had ever appeared in the Water Marsh Sect before, there was no way he would have no impression of her.
Moreover, although the Water Marsh Sect claimed to welcome all visitors and forge good ties far and wide—
that Heavenly Rain Jade Well was, after all, the foundation upon which the sect stood. It opened only once every hundred years, and countless people coveted it.
When they encountered unfamiliar cultivators, making routine inquiries into their backgrounds was simply part